[ Panic bubbles inside of her and the argument that she needs the bed bubbles up in him. He wants her in medical. He wants her looked after by the chief medical officer until he's sure she's whole, uninjured, not in pain. He wants assurances--
But medically trained or not, he can look up at her bio read outs and see that she's telling the truth about internal injuries. There's nothing in her vitals to indicate more damage than what he can see at first glance. An elevated heart rate from the adrenaline, blood pressure high from her pain, but all of it well within the 'not fatal' he was taught to look for in Command training.
Part of being a good first officer (and eventually a good captain) is being able to triage your crew in the field. And he can hear the way panic tinges the edges of her words--maybe getting her out of here is the best choice after all. His hand squeezes hers almost out of instinct, trying to assure her it's going to be alright, even as he looks around for unsupervised medical supplies. ]
Yes ma'am [ he finally agrees, giving in to the authority in her voice and the need he has to do something to help. James T Kirk has never been good at just--waiting. There's always progress to be made, something to do. ] Stay here, I'll be right back.
[ Turns out leaving her side, even for the short task of finding a field kit and the dermal regenerator inside is harder than he expects. It takes a solid five seconds after he tells her he'll be back for him to actually convince his feet to do any moving, and he feels the loss of touching her like a physical pain, his hands aching under the absence.
Not for the first time since he found out she was missing, Jim thinks he might be in this too damn deep.
But that thought is chased away by the need to help her and he does secure a kit and makes it back to her all within a minute. It feels like ages, time moving like slow molasses in the chaos of a full medbay ]
Alright, give me a second while I get this-- [ he works on getting the regenerator started, fiddling with settings until he thinks it has it right ] This may hurt. If you want, I can see if I can steal some sedation--
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But medically trained or not, he can look up at her bio read outs and see that she's telling the truth about internal injuries. There's nothing in her vitals to indicate more damage than what he can see at first glance. An elevated heart rate from the adrenaline, blood pressure high from her pain, but all of it well within the 'not fatal' he was taught to look for in Command training.
Part of being a good first officer (and eventually a good captain) is being able to triage your crew in the field. And he can hear the way panic tinges the edges of her words--maybe getting her out of here is the best choice after all. His hand squeezes hers almost out of instinct, trying to assure her it's going to be alright, even as he looks around for unsupervised medical supplies. ]
Yes ma'am [ he finally agrees, giving in to the authority in her voice and the need he has to do something to help. James T Kirk has never been good at just--waiting. There's always progress to be made, something to do. ] Stay here, I'll be right back.
[ Turns out leaving her side, even for the short task of finding a field kit and the dermal regenerator inside is harder than he expects. It takes a solid five seconds after he tells her he'll be back for him to actually convince his feet to do any moving, and he feels the loss of touching her like a physical pain, his hands aching under the absence.
Not for the first time since he found out she was missing, Jim thinks he might be in this too damn deep.
But that thought is chased away by the need to help her and he does secure a kit and makes it back to her all within a minute. It feels like ages, time moving like slow molasses in the chaos of a full medbay ]
Alright, give me a second while I get this-- [ he works on getting the regenerator started, fiddling with settings until he thinks it has it right ] This may hurt. If you want, I can see if I can steal some sedation--